Cheer Up!

Chapter 16

Luke finally got his arm out of the immobilizing sling a few days later. After Dr. Jin removed it, Luke moved his arm around gingerly. Dr. Jin cleared his throat. "I'd still refrain from swinging your axe, at least for another week. But you should be able to do most things with your arm."

Luke asked a very pointed question. "Is it cool if I get on top during sex? Like, where I have to hold myself up with my arms?" My face burned hot, and I shrunk back in the chair, wanting to turn invisible. Luke glanced at me, and was apparently totally oblivious to my discomfort. "'Cause Angela's getting tired of having to be on top all the time."

I clapped a hand over my face. "Luke..." I moaned, totally mortified.

Dr. Jin cleared his throat once again. "Well, ah... that is... I suppose that would be fine. But if your shoulder starts to feel painful, you should cease...such activity immediately."

Luke grinned. "Cool." He turned to me, reaching for my hand. "Come on, honey, let's go home. I've got plans for you," he almost sang, and I slumped along after him, still feeling keenly ashamed. I mumbled out some words of thanks to Dr. Jin, who gave me a sympathetic look.

When we got home, I had half a mind to berate him for the things he had said at the clinic, but when he turned on me suddenly, his eyes glittering with intent, all that was forgotten. I moved forward boldly, kissing him, as I longed to feel his weight on top of me once again. But he pulled out of the kiss, panting a little, and told me, "I want to take this slow."

I looked at him with surprise. Never in our few weeks of coupling had he expressed such a desire. He was always hot and passionate, eager for release. Which was incredibly enjoyable for me, but at the same time, I had longed for him to take it slower; for us to savor each sensation.

I nodded up at him, and he reached out, stroking my hair with his hands. I also reached up, untying his bandanna and sliding it off. Then I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging and teasing at his locks. He mimicked my actions, and I shuddered at the feel of his slightly calloused fingertips tracing over my scalp and down the nape of my neck. He slowly brought his face towards mine, until our lips were hovering just apart. "You make me so happy," he murmured, his lips fluttering against mine. I just moaned happily, and then he layered his mouth over mine, kissing me gently.

We moved backwards in unison towards the bed, sitting down side by side. He began to kiss my neck, then worked his way up to one ear, where he breathed lightly, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. His tongue moved out of his mouth, snaking over the curve of my ear in a way that was strangely erotic. My hands kneaded lightly at the front of his shirt, and I moaned quietly. Meanwhile, his hands moved lightly over my shoulders, then he traced his fingertips ever so gently over my arms.

A few minutes of gentle kissing and touching followed, then I brought my hands to his shirt and worked leisurely at the buttons there. After I had undone them all, he reached forward and pulled my shirt up by the hem. I assisted him in getting it over my head, then he smiled softly as he smoothed down my hair, which had become mussed. He turned his attention back down to my body, tracing his fingertips over the seams of my bra. I looked down as well and watched his fingers moving slowly over me. He did it with a deliberately slow pace, almost like he was exploring me for the first time. The sensation caused my nipples to harden into firm peaks, which he squeezed at lightly with his thumb and forefinger through the soft cotton of my bra.

I tilted my head back, moaning softly with desire. His hands went around my back, and I moved into a tight embrace against him so that he could work at undoing my bra. He put his chin on my shoulder and looked down as he worked, finally getting the clasp free. He leaned back from me then, and gently pulled the garment off of my body. Then he dipped his head, kissing lightly at my neck as his hands returned to my chest, caressing me gently. I whimpered a little as he moved his lips lower, kissing along the line of my collarbone. I let my body drop down onto the bed, and I shivered a little when I glanced up at him and saw his lust filled, half lidded golden eyes. He moved his lips, saying something silently, and then he lowered his head, bringing his mouth to one nipple as he continued to softly palm my other breast with his hand.

I reached up, stroking at his head and sliding the bandanna off. I ran my fingers through his silky azure locks, trembling a little as he began to suckle at me gently. He continued to tease me with his mouth, pausing to change sides. He brought his fingers up to my still wet nipple and tweaked it lightly. "L-Luke..." I moaned brokenly. I moved my hands down to his back and raked my fingernails gingerly down his back.

After a few minutes, his head continued its path down my body. He kissed all over my stomach, making me giggle with ticklishness at times, then he came to my navel and traced his tongue around it. I had begun to breathe heavily, and I could feel the evidence of my own desire beginning to seep out of me. Luke's fingers fumbled a little at my waistband as he undid the button and pulled the zipper down. He parted the front of my pants to the side, and resumed snaking his tongue downwards. Eager for more, I grasped at my pants and pushed them down a little further, about midway down my thighs.

Luke brought his lips to the outside of my panties and kissed there ever so softly, eliciting a heated squeal from me. I clapped my hand over my mouth, blushing a little. Luke just smirked up at me, then kept his eyes locked on me as he began to lick at me through the fabric. I writhed underneath him, driven mad with desire. His strong hands came down on the tops of my bared thighs, holding me firmly as he teased me. Finally, I relaxed, and then he brought his hands to my panties, peeling them off of me slowly. I wriggled a little to help him pull them and my pants all of the way down my legs and off entirely. He used his hands to part my thighs further, then his face returned to my wetness, his tongue probing me gently. I could feel my whole body flushing with pleasure as he worked at me. His tongue was warm, wet, and just heavenly.

I pulled myself up a little bit on my elbows to look down at him better. "Does it...does it taste okay?" I asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Luke brought his fingers up to me, touching me lightly as he moved his mouth away to speak momentarily. "It tastes wonderful," he replied smoothly, and I fell back on the bed, overcome with pleasure. I could feel my body melting into the sheets, and I closed my eyes, enraptured. Luke eased one finger inside of me, probing delicately, and when he felt how wet I was inside, he groaned a little and slipped a second finger in as well. I squirmed underneath him as he drew his fingers in and out of me while he continued to lap at me.

"Luke!" I cried. "I want you...please...please!" I begged as he worked in a faster rhythm. I longed to feel him buried deep inside of me; needed to feel his weight pressing me into the bed. He drew his face away from my wetness a little reluctantly, but as he knelt above me on the bed, unbuttoning his jeans, I could tell by the lusty look in his eyes that he wanted the same thing. He stood up to push his jeans and boxers down his narrow hips, and I shuddered a little in delight when I saw his very rigid manhood appear. I repositioned myself lengthwise on the bed, and he moved over me, holding himself up with his arms.

"Is this okay? Does your arm hurt?" I asked, worrying about his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he murmured, leaning down to kiss at my neck. I spread my thighs, and he nestled his body in between. I felt the tip of his hardness bump against me gently, and I wriggled my hips a little, getting closer to him. I reached down and guided him inside of me, and as he plunged deeper and deeper, the feeling was absolutely exquisite. We both cried out loudly in ecstasy at the powerful surge of sensation, like water quenching a flame.

I looked up into his eyes. "Luke," I breathed.

He looked back down on me, his face full of emotion. "Angela," he whispered, and then began to rock against me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he moved deliberately slowly inside of me. I could feel every movement he made, and it was wonderful. While I also enjoyed his usual frenzied style of love making, this new experience was incredible.

"Angela..." he moaned. "Being inside of you is pure heaven." I shuddered with pleasure at his words. He drew his length out almost entirely, just to thrust it all the way back in, to the hilt. I cried out happily underneath him, and he leaned down, kissing me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it lightly, raking my teeth over it gently. We kissed back and forth as we made love leisurely, yet passionately.

Our desire for each other still burned strongly, and it wasn't long before we were both at the threshold. "Luke...lay on me..." I whispered, and he complied, bending down onto his forearms and allowing me to bear most of his weight. Although it wasn't something I could take for a very long time, it felt incredibly sensual to have him pressing down on me like that. Our chests were pressed together tightly, and he groaned as he buried himself as deeply as he could. I gave a loud cry as it pushed me over the edge, and I bucked my hips up furiously at him, relishing my powerful climax. I felt his body twitching and convulsing against me, and then he moaned loudly as he released. He lay even more heavily on me in the wake of his orgasm, and I felt relief as he finally rolled off, because it had become difficult to breathe, despite how nice it felt.

We lay side by side for a moment, panting; as the world reeled around us in a haze of ecstasy. Then we rolled towards each other, snuggling close. He pressed his face up close to mine. "I love you more than anything in the world," he whispered, his golden eyes gazing at me in pure adoration.

"I love you too, Luke. So much." We kissed sweetly, and then I tilted my head forward, pressing it against his chest. We fell asleep like that, even though it was the middle of the day. We both slept deeply, not waking until the sun had begun to set outside. I roused first, sitting up slightly, and he yawned next to me.

I looked over at him, smiling at his half closed eyes and tousled hair. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. He nodded, and I climbed out of the bed, getting dressed. "What do you feel like eating?" I queried, then as he opened his mouth, his eyes twinkling, I bit my lip and rolled my eyes. "Oh, don't tell me. Let me guess." I didn't even bother saying it out loud, but still, he must have seen the knowing look in my eyes, and he nodded, affirming my unspoken guess.

"You're really loving fall, aren't you? Spinach season," I commented as I washed a bowl full of fresh leaves in the sink.

Luke smiled at me as he pulled his jeans on. "Yeah. It's good canned, but fresh is way better." He walked over to me in the kitchen, and kissed me on the cheek. He was still shirtless, and I felt the hot skin of his bare chest press against my arm as he leaned into me. "I really appreciate you growing so much spinach in the field," he whispered in my ear, and I got a shiver all down my body. He walked over to the kitchen table and retrieved his necklace, slipping it on. I bit my lip, concealing a smile. I found it incredibly sexy when he wore that necklace without a shirt. Just the sight of it on his bare skin was enticing.

"Man, it's so good being able to use both my arms again!" he exclaimed, stretching them out. "Though I did like having you waiting on me all of the time," he admitted a little sheepishly.

"Hmmm." I commented. "I could tell you were enjoying all that a little too much." I shot him a sly smile, thinking about his requests for me to be his naughty nurse.

"That's all over now, huh?" he said, a little dejected.

I shrugged. "I don't know...maybe Nurse Angela can make some house calls to check on her former patient some time..."

His eyes lit up with delight. "Bad ass!" he breathed, and I just smiled, turning my attention back to the sauteing spinach in front of me.